Note: Yo! How's everyone doing? Writing multiple chapters for my two main stories is difficult. Therefore, I decided to keep it simple and try my hand at short two-shots. I tried to keep it canon as I could remember. As always, reviews and feedbacks are nice to receive. All rights belong to their respective owners. I don't own the copyright to anything. Enjoy! :)

If I Could Turn Back Time

Emily's POV:

"Goodbye." I whisper to Paige before heading toward Spencer's car. Her face falters in disbelief, and she sighs sadly in my direction. I think she's crying, but I don't know for sure. She's not the only one. I can feel her eyes penetrating my back. I'm tempted to say 'screw it' and go back. But I can't. We have to save Alison. I have to save her. As I get in the car, and we begin to drive off, I take one lasting glance at Paige. But, she's already gone. I hope its because it started to rain, but that's a lie and I know it. Rain never stopped Paige before, only slowed her down.

The car ride to New York to confront A and get Alison back was a long, tiring, silent one. I think the girls wanted to say something to me about what happened with Paige, but they didn't. It made the drive very awkward.

Any type of conversation is doomed to fail, so I take the time to reflect. Did I make the right choice? Or was it just a rash mistake? I don't know anymore. I lost the ability to rationalize when my world became hell a few years ago. A nightmarish plague with no escape. I chose Alison over Paige, and it was wrong. I was wrong.

Hmm...All roads lead to Alison. They always have, and always will. I have no control over that, and it's frustrating. This began with her, and it'll probably end in the same fashion. Whether I like it or not. While I do have genuine concern to protect Alison, what about Paige? It's my fault she got kidnapped, tied up, threatened, and beaten up by Lyndon. It's my fault she knows about 'The A Team' as Spencers calls it. It's my fault I lied to her. And because I lied, she got hurt and I got hurt.

I keep telling myself that I only lied to protect Paige. But, it was really more about me protecting myself. What a selfish, idiotic ass I am. Had I been honest with Paige from the beginning, most of our fights would've of ocurred. We would still be as happy as were last week. I screwed up, majorly. I can't take it back, but I can try to make up for it. Once we get through this ordeal, hopefully. If I survive, and we still have a chance. We'll see.

The bottom line is that life is a series of choices. Actions and consequences. There's no gray area. At least in my experience. However, I'm interrupted with any further thoughts by Hanna who shoved me lightly. She's sitting next to me. "We're here Em" she says. Whoo! Another potential dangerous, life ending scenario for us. AGAIN. It's just an endless circle of heartbreak and betrayal. I hate to burst my bubble, but there's no denying that fact. It's the only thing I'm certain of anymore.

"I shouldn't be here" I mumble to myself as we split up to investigate the area. I should be home, with Paige. Of course telling the cops was the right thing to do. For all of us including Alison. But it's too late. I can't turn back time. It's impossible. And that, above all else the harshest lesson I've learned in my short life. A tough, bitter pill that I better get used to swallowing.